She told me to pick her up at eightShe told me to keep her out till lateI dont know why I made the mistakeOf telling her that you still keep me awakeI rallied my army of cupsAnd the good man gave me all the good stuffShe called the cab when they said Id had enoughBut I found myself alone when the car pulled up

Got up this morningWith a new headacheAnd an old heartacheI just cant cure myself of youA one sided conversationAnd half a cigaretteHungover and hung up on you again

I took two Percocet with three glasses on wineAnd something a little stronger at ten to fiveNow theres nothing left in this belly of mineBut sweet regret to kill all the timeAnd that number on a napkin without a nameHow can it look so hopefulAnd helpless at the same time?I dont think anyone would blame me if IHung up with absolutely nothing to say